Secret: I can play two paths

Chapter 192: Promoted to "Weird Guest"

First of all, prepare an iron pot. This is an essential step. Only in this way can you get the blessing from heaven.

Of course, this is mainly because Star feels that this is a kind of ritual for promotion.

Next, prepare the auxiliary materials belonging to the "Faceless Man".

Well, we can start.

After confirming that everything was ready, Star unscrewed the lid of the glass bottle containing the blood of the Thousand Faced Hunter.

80 ml of liquid had already been packaged in it. In other words, all Star had to do was pour all of the viscous liquid, whose color changed at any time due to changes in light, into the iron pot.

Because it is auxiliary material, he does not need to pursue too much accuracy.

Then the blood of the Thousand Faced Hunter was poured into the iron pot by Sta like thin honey, slowly filling the bottom of the iron pot.

In order, Star added other auxiliary materials one after another.

Add a little black mandrake juice... and a little dragon tooth grass powder... three strands of deep sea naga hair, and the last main material -

A pure copy of the extraordinary characteristics of the "Faceless Man".

As all the potion ingredients were thrown in by Star, bubbles began to emerge from the liquid in the iron pot and gradually became larger and more numerous.

All of a sudden, all the water mist converged, and even the light from the gas wall lamp showed signs of being attracted and swallowed up, becoming much dimmer.

When everything returned to normal, Star could see clearly what the final potion looked like.

It is black and green all over, and from time to time, a bubble the size of an eye slowly emerges, as if it has its own life, and it burps every few seconds.

When the bubbles reach the surface, they will burst immediately, reflecting light and various colors in the process.

These colors together form faces of different shapes, and the facial features seem to be randomly combined.

Star continued his promotion as usual, releasing "Between Reality and Illusion", looking at the complex patterns formed by the light spots on the light gate, which devoured everything around with a strong sense of existence, as if he had some inexplicable connection with the potion and produced a resonance.

At the same time, Star saw that the faces outlined by the colors of the potion bubbles seemed to change faster, and in a trance, it felt like they were outlining everything.

Or it seems that the facial features outlined by those colors reveal a sense of fear and uneasiness?

Haha, this is just a bottle of magic potion, it doesn’t even have the properties of being alive, you’re really overthinking it.

Star was amused by his own thoughts. Without thinking too much, he focused his attention on the upcoming Sequence Promotion.

As usual, he flicked up a gold coin, waited for it to fall, and used the "dice divination method" to confirm that there was no problem with the mixing process.

Tomorrow, in addition to taking out the rest of the spoils such as deposits in bearer accounts based on the memories he got from Mr. Z, he also has to prepare for one thing - attending the meeting of the Aurora Society.

If he were to attend at that time, it would be best for him to improve his own strength first, or at least try to get him to Sequence 6 and gain more self-protection capabilities.

Picking up the iron pot with one hand, Star poured the liquid inside into the pre-prepared glass bottle without any residue.

Looking at the potion in front of him, Star turned his head to look at the door, knowing that thanks to the luck of the "lucky man" and after "rolling the dice", no one would come to disturb him again.

He sat on the bed, poured the potion into his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

A slightly tingling feeling reverberated in his mouth and esophagus, eventually fermenting into paralysis that made people lose consciousness.

Star felt as if his whole body was collapsing and melting, as if, just as described in the original text, his spirit was pulled out of his body. With the attitude of a bystander, he saw that his body from top to bottom was experiencing abnormalities, like white wax that was about to be dissolved by fire.

No, it seems to be more than that.

If that were all, Star believed that with his luck and what he knew about "Xiao Ke's experience", he could still regain the feeling that his body belonged to him from this level of out-of-control symptoms and successfully get promoted.

Here it comes again, the ears are buzzing again...

If the mumbling during the promotion was the influence of someone in a higher position, then I should be the only one who is "tampering" with this channel at the moment. Why does this buzzing sound appear?
Star thought in the haze of consciousness.

At this moment, "between reality and illusion" just emerged, and a complex light pattern appeared in the star-like phantoms.

In the complex pattern, real and unreal light surrounded him, forming unconscious flowing stripes, and wrapped him up like a veil, and finally formed a light gate with intricate patterns that covered Star.

He began to feel consciousness returning.

Everything in front of him seemed to be torn apart and reassembled in front of him.

Compared to before, he was finally able to perceive the world in front of him more clearly.

Wait, the world?
The next second, before Sta could think about it, he felt a great sense of rejection.

As if the immune system had discovered a virus, Star's body in this world was instantly torn apart from the spirit to the flesh and blood, and then crushed and decomposed into nothingness.

But in just this "moment", so many things happened.

"Miracle" happened!

The space freezes and time seems to be frozen at this moment.

Star “saw” indescribably complex rays of light spreading out, engulfing the surroundings in pure white.

With the help of this cluster of brilliance, he tried hard to see more from the farther place that was not assimilated.

He saw the fog of history.

He saw the brilliance above the spiritual world.

He saw the flow of the river of destiny.

he saw...

boom!
The whole body exploded!

Then the light that was expanding little by little shrank inward, maintaining his existence.

Star looked far into the distance in this pure white space, and finally saw in a glimpse a scene that happened more than ten years ago.

Then, all his consciousness was pulled back to the present world.

……

Those lights are restrained into repetitive and regular light spots, forming star-like phantoms "between reality and illusion".

Sight is restored and the world is reorganized.

Star saw his body again.

There was no sign of loss of control, nor any discomfort. Star felt somewhat incredulous as he became a Sequence 6 of the Tampering pathway, or the Faceless Man of the Fool pathway.

Well, now it’s good, I don’t even have to meditate.

But compared to what I just saw, this doesn’t seem like a big deal, and not that thrilling?
Or, not "see"?
In short, Star recalled what happened just now with a sense of sadness, and thought with a little surprise:
Was this something that happened every time he was promoted, and he just hadn't realized it before?

But as if he had been electrocuted, Star withdrew his thoughts and felt that one insect after another was like a drill breaking through the surface of the earth, forcefully squeezing into his skull, spreading between the grooves of the cerebral cortex, and stirring in the neurons of the hippocampus.

Silently, a subtle connection was established, and the impending fatal erosion caused Star to feel a phantom pain in his head.

No, you need to grow your brain. No, your brain is going to explode.

stop stop stop!
Star stopped his thoughts from wandering in that direction, and let "between reality and illusion" cover him in time to avoid hidden dangers such as contamination.

As phantoms of star-like light patterns appeared around Star, the headache disappeared.

Well, this is a topic he can’t even touch right now!
Even if he has the means to "resurrect"!

Otherwise, if he broke through several layers of "Resurrection Armor" in a row and the game ended in "Game Over", Star would really have no place to cry.

Sta had no intention of delving into this further, after all, he had gotten promoted this way several times.

There will be several opportunities for promotion in the future, leaving it for him to explore, so there is no need to be so anxious.

Is it really okay for a mid-sequence Beyonder to explore this matter that at least involves the High Sequence?
There is one piece of news that he has learned so far, and it is the only one that he can safely guess.

Star put the rest of his thoughts into the last scene he "saw" during his promotion and came up with a strange guess.

That is, he might not have traveled to this world just two months ago.

……

Backlund, No. 15 Minsk Street, Cherwood District. After putting away his gold-rimmed glasses, wigs, and various beards that could be attached or detached, Klein lay on the bed and calculated his savings.

Since Star reimbursed part of his debt, Klein knew that he still had 4963 pounds, 12 soli and 6 pence.

Of this, he placed 4500 pounds on the gray fog, and might use it for investment when he found an opportunity, or just keep it temporarily.

Of course, Star originally wanted to give Klein a distribution like pocket money, temporarily giving him a monthly quota of 500 pounds for his spending.

I just thought that Klein could circumvent this restriction by verbally owing the debt, and Klein also said:

The last time we used up all the gold pounds was just an accident, and that will never happen this time.

So Star let Klein withdraw his money.

Of course, Klein would not sit back and enjoy all the benefits.

During this time, he knew:
Whether he likes it or not, revenge and promotion cannot be accomplished in the blink of an eye, so he must have a job that can generate income to avoid a financial crisis.

Perhaps four thousand pounds was a large sum, but from what he had seen and heard while spending time with Star, Klein knew that prices in the world of mysticism were not that cheap.

Moreover, without an obvious source of income, it is easy for people around you to become suspicious.

So Klein had to find a job to arrange himself during this period of time, probably to make his life less boring.

However, the work cannot restrict him or affect his actions and arrangements. In other words, he must have sufficient freedom.

After careful consideration and elimination of inappropriate careers, Klein chose private detective as his career, just as he had originally planned.

The profession of private detective also makes it convenient for him to access various channels of relationships and obtain information, so Klein is quite satisfied with this choice.

To this end, he deliberately used the pseudonym "Sherlock Moriarty".

Raising his hand, Klein saw the amulet bracelet tied to his wrist. It was the amulet that Klein had given her, which his sister Melissa had simply processed and then given to him.

Klein lay on the bed, smiling helplessly, yet inexplicably feeling warm.

Then, four black dots appeared on his hand to form a small square mark, which forced him to withdraw his thoughts.

For some unknown reason, he felt a slight tingling sensation on the back of his hand, which dispelled much of his sleepiness.

Looking down, Klein discovered that the four black dots that symbolized the mysterious space above the gray fog were becoming prominent and emerging.

It's already night time. Could it be that Star wants to talk to me about something again?

Klein showed a puzzled look on his face when he saw the gray fog space mark appear.

Didn't Star just look for him, take the materials he needed, and store and retrieve the items?

Is something happening now?
However, the four black spots from the luck-changing ritual did not settle quickly as usual, turning from dark to light and then disappearing, but kept appearing.

Moreover, Klein did not hear Star's voice just now, the illusory cry that came from the mystical connection to the gray fog after reading the honorific name.

So, isn't this someone asking him for something?
Did something change happen to Gray Mist, because he was promoted to a "Magician" today?
With a curious mindset, Klein took four steps backwards, preparing to head toward the mysterious space above the gray fog.

Accompanied by incantations such as "Blessings to the Infinite Heavenly Venerable", he, who had become more and more accustomed to the crazy whispers tearing his mind apart, once again appeared in the towering palace above the gray fog.

However, the power of the whispering this time is a little weaker than before, and seems a little confusing?

Was it because he got promoted?
Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table and looked around.

The surroundings were still filled with gray-white fog with no visible end, just like before.

However, this gray mist is not as "cold" as before, just like a girl who was invaded by a tentacle monster, revealing her usually unknown side!
Or to put it more seriously, it was not so ethereal anymore, and the gray-white mist that had been still before was obviously flowing!

He watched the gray fog around him surge uneasily, causing some chaos, and then quiet down in an instant.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The hall finally fell into silence, and Klein watched everything happen in confusion.

Just as he was called up for no apparent reason, he also watched the end of the matter for no apparent reason.

It couldn't be that the Gray Fog Dimension let him up just to let him watch the Gray Fog dance awkwardly, right?

Although he was complaining in his heart, Klein was still on guard in his heart, because this was the first time that the gray fog space automatically reacted when he did nothing.

What is going on here?
Puzzled, Klein tapped the table lightly. In the end, he had no choice but to treat the change in the gray fog as an accident.

Fortunately, Gray Mist did not respond further, otherwise Klein would have thought that he, the fake "Mr. Fool", would be held accountable.

Klein shook his head, finding it a little ridiculous.

If the gray fog space had a real owner, he would have been held accountable by now. Why would he wait until now?
It seems that nothing should happen.

You can't pretend to be dead and produce something in the gray fog, right?

As Klein complained, he let his spirituality wrap around him as he fell rapidly from the gray fog and returned to reality.

The crimson "gauze" came into view, which was the light shining in from the window.

Subconsciously, Klein looked out the window:

In the mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a crimson full moon hangs high, shining quietly.

……

At the top of the Honachis Mountains, there is an ancient palace shrouded in mist, dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.

A figure suddenly descended from the depths of darkness.

There was clearly no distinction between sky and earth here, but the human figure seemed to come from the high red moon or stars.

She was wearing a layered yet simple dark long dress dotted with countless sparkles, as if she had draped the starry night sky over her body. Her head was vague and difficult to see clearly, but it was certain that she was a female.

The main door of the ancient palace was opened at some point.

What appeared before his eyes was a hall with many corpses hanging. Each corpse was different. There were men and women, and their clothes were either gorgeous, simple, exquisite, or casual.

Behind each of these hanged figures, there is a transparent and smooth tentacle with complex patterns. They all come from the depths of the hall, from an ancient stone chair there.

On the huge stone chair, transparent and twisted worms huddled together, growing wildly, extending one strange tentacle after another around.

The female figure was stunned, as if she had lost her sanity, but then a powerful, terrifying and mysterious force descended from an indescribable height, making the surroundings extremely quiet.

It was as if a condensed night had appeared, and the place suddenly became quiet.

Then, the female figure quietly observed the changes on the ancient stone chair in the center of the hall.

It seemed as if in an instant, the ball of worms on the huge stone chair deep in the palace disappeared, and a figure emerged with his elbows on the armrests and his head leaning against the back of the chair, giving people a feeling of both oldness and madness.

But there is no self-awareness in His eyes, and there is always a kind of madness that ignores everything and instinctively assimilates everything.

Or perhaps it was the original will that was struggling within him.

But at this moment, time seemed to freeze for a moment, as if the figure in the center of the hall was struggling with some kind of reviving will, and seemed to want to wake up.

But after this moment, He slowly closed his eyes again.

A dead silence.

The next moment, the figure turned into a ball of worms again, and left the stone chair, waving its slippery tentacles violently, causing them to rush towards the door frantically.

But the same mysterious aura covered its body again and again.

The open door then closed, hiding the scene.

Transparent tentacles with strange and mysterious patterns swarmed in and slammed on the door, but it couldn't be opened.

……

When the surroundings returned to silence, the female figure thought for a while, and as if intuitively locked onto a certain "person", she wanted to find the trace of that existence through fate.

He stretched out his hand forward, pinched a corner of the void, and pulled it lightly.

Unexpectedly, what He "saw" was a layer of grayish-white mist.

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